Choice Tales from the Vale – (154) The St Patricks Day Adventure

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted

 

But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over. 

And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

Which was why they found themselves back there in March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.

But it wasn’t Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.

 

Gary and Sara went to Sharpington for the St Patricks day Parade.

That particular year was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime candidate for their Adventurous lust.

Because Parade day was so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could to the promenade at a little after 2 am.

Unlike their previous missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.

And because they had no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.

So they were about robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.

They wandered around Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.

“Guess where we’re sleeping tonight” Sara said  

 

They sneaked into the car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after about 15 minutes they found it.

It was the ATM float, and they were an American Christian organisation that promoted “Abstinence Till Marriage”.

It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins chins.

On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should keep their legs crossed.

But behind the screens was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.

 

They climbed up the side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to check out their surroundings

“This will do nicely” he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”

“You smooth talking bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered on her crotch.

“What are you doing?”

“Your joggers are damp” he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on her grey joggers.

“I can’t help it” she said very childlike “It’s exciting”

“Then I suggest we get in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”

 

After their long and exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the float was moving.

“Wake up Sara” he said

“What?” she said sleepily

“Wake up” he said “We’re on the move”

“Well you certainly are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.

“God I love you Sara” he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him a wet lipped smile

“I love you too” she said and then she returned to her breakfast.

 

Five minutes later he urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.

Sara was wearing a tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might actually burst through the fabric.

On her bottom half she had on the grey joggers from the night before. 

“You do realize you’re going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out

“I’d better” she said and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.

“I promise” he said and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are you ever going to wear knickers again?”

“Only when I have too” she replied

“Cool” he said and kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her flared nostrils snorted in air.

His hands still grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to her knees.

Gary then steered her fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.

Her tits looked gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.

Sara wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy abyss of her hot juicy pussy.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.

“Do me from behind so I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged

“You do know that they won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out

“They are in my fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.

Gary’s lustful gaze was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.

He got to his feet and approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from Sara he penetrated her.

While he supported her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably as he pumped her pussy.

With the intense motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the other.

Sara was grunting louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.

The Adventurous pair stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara chuckled and said between pants

“Don’t you just love a parade?”

“God yes” he replied as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long satisfying sigh.

They then sat on the tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just reached halfway.

That fact was problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.

Gary sat on the tool chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.

He had not begun to redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone entirely unnoticed by Sara.

“Well we are just half way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered cock in her mouth

“You’re cock mad you are” he said “Thank God”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes

Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.

Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.

Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.

As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.

The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.

The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.

But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.

 

As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.

Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.

He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.

This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.

He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.

That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.

Realising what they had done the figure turned around.

“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile

“Oh Oliver”

He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.

It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.

Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.   

“Hello”

The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.

“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”

Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.

She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.

Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.

She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.

“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.

The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.

“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.

This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.

“Sorry” she said again

“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.

“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing

“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.

“Too many people eh”

She nodded

Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.

Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.

But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.

He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.

“That’s our stop,” she said

“I don’t want to stop” he replied

Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.

Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.

But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.

“I don’t want to stop either”

“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.

It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.

As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.

He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.

He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.

 

Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet. 

So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.    

“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.

They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (152) Indecent Proposal

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so. 

 

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.

Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests that he considered fair game.

There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village, he had become the prey.

Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, even more desperate divorcees and the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

But the circumstances under which he encountered Kim Werner were slightly different.

She was neither a guest, not staff or a local cougar she was the vicars daughter and she was only 17.

Kim had been trying to get Gary into bed since the moment he arrived in Clayton but he had resisted her allure.

The reason for that was not that she wasn’t actractive, she was very, she was a petite brunette, with a beautiful face and tidy body.

Nor was it her age, he had bedded plenty of 17 and 18 year olds in his time and would doubtless have a good many more.

His issue with her was the fact she was the vicars innocent daughter and he thought it would be a step too far, so he kept dodging her less than suttle advances.  

 

Gary managed to dodge Kim’s less than suttle advances for six months without too much difficulty but she became bolder and bolder until one day when he had been for meal at The Old Mill in Mornington and walked over to his car and found Kim sitting in the passenger seat.

“What are you doing here?” he asked

“I was just passing” she replied

“You have to stop doing this” he said and got into the driver’s seat.

  But when he got in the car he noticed she was wearing a pink and white top but was completely naked from the waist down.

“Can we go now?” she asked and put her left foot up on the dash board.

“For God’s sake Kim cover yourself up”

“Why, don’t you like what you see?”

“That’s not the problem” he said “Someone will see”

“Then take me somewhere else” Kim said coyly

“How many times do I have to say it, no” he said

“Now cover yourself up and I’ll take you home”

“I don’t want to go home” she replied “but you can “take me”“

“Stop!” he snapped

“Why? What’s wrong with me?” she said angrily

“You have absolutely no morals whatsoever and you shag anyone and everyone” she retorted “So why not me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked

“You don’t need to get defensive, it’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said matter of factly “and I know you are so don’t bother trying to deny it, I even know who a lot of them are,”

“I think someone has been spreading rumours” he said defensively

“If they were only rumours I wouldn’t be interested in shagging you” she said

Gary went to speak but Kim stopped him by adding

“And as I say I don’t care who you shag as long as you never touch my sisters, or my mother”

And then almost as an afterthought she said “Or my aunt Beth”

“Isnt she the one with the moustach?” he asked and she laughed

“Yes but she has great tits” Kim pointed out

Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust and he hadn’t even considered her Mother or moustache Pete for that matter.

He was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of one of the barmaids collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat in his direction.

“So all I want is your undivided attention” she said and punched him

“Sorry” he said

“That’s ok, you can look at her fanny” she said “as long as when you get an erection, I get it”

“Well someone will” he said

“Why not me?” she said angrily

“You’re too young” he said

“Rubbish I’m 18 so its not illegal”

“And I’m 33 so it may not be illegal but its certainly immoral” he pointed out

“Why? Its not as iff I’m a virgin” she said and he looked shocked

“What? you thought because I’m a Vicars duaghter that I was all virginal and pure?” she scoffed

“Well yes” he said

“Really? Well I haven’t been a pure Christian maid since I was 13” she confessed

“So now can we go somewhere and fuck?” she asked and

Gary replied by starting the engine.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (151) A Study in Scarlet

Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was   a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.

Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.

When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.

The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.

One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.

It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.

 

So being at a large Hospital Molly came into contact with a lot of potential partners both male and female.

Like when she was doing a rotation on Paediatrics and she met paediatric registrar Polly Jones for the first time.

Polly was a tall willowy brunette, 32 years old, stunningly attractive, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.

But sadly for Molly she was also happily married to an oncologist. 

Although she was resigned to the fact she was not going to get in the gorgeous doctors knickers, Molly made no secret of the fact that she desperately wanted to, to Dr Jones and made it clear that she fancied her and flirted outrageously with her.

 

So when Christmas came around and she drew Polly’s name in the Secret Santa she bought her some really slutty underwear.

Although she accepted that she would never see Polly in them, just the thought of her wearing the slutty scantie’s turned her on so much that she flicked herself off halfway through wrapping them.     

 

When the big day came she watched Polly carefully as she took the present from under the tree and carefully opened it at the nurse’s station and then she blushed scarlet when she saw the contents.

 

Molly was so thrilled at the Doctors reaction to the sinful selection that she had to go and flick herself off in the ladies and almost forgot to open her own gift.

 

When Molly opened the small Secret Santa gift she was more than a little disappointed. 

It was a three day, all-inclusive spa break for one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel, and although it was an expensive gift, for more than she spent on the lustful lingerie, it wasn’t really her kind of thing at all.

What she didn’t know at the time was that firstly the gift was from Polly and secondly it was merely a device to lure Molly to the Spa where she noshed on her hairless pussy in the sauna.

Suffice is to say that following that they spent most of their time enjoying each other rather than the extensive menu that the Spa had to offer.

Unfortunately in the weeks following the Spa break there was no repeat of the intimacy between them and Molly had to content herself with Samantha, who compared to Polly Jones was definitely second best, by quite a distance.

 

She didn’t even get to see much of Polly at work due to their shift patterns so she was delighted when she got a phone call from her on Friday afternoon even though it was a bit matter of fact.

“Can you do me a favour Molly?” she asked

“Sure”

“I left my phone in my desk drawer” she explained

“Ok”

“Could you be a honey and drop it off on your way home?”

“No problem” Molly said

“Great, I’ll see you later then, bye”

Molly went to her desk and retrieved the phone and then she switched it on and was surprised to find that the password was disabled so she slipped it in her pocket and took it to the ladies, and sat in a cubicle and fingered herself as she looked at Polly’s nude selfies.

 

After her shift ended she went to the ladies again and freshened herself up and then she drove to Polly’s house.

She parked on the paved drive and walked to the door, she was just about to knock when it opened and Derek came out.

“Oh hi Molly” he said “she’s in the study, bye”

“Ok bye”  

         

She had been to the house once before and knew where the study was so she closed the front door and walked down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Come in” Polly called, so she opened the door and stepped in and Polly was sat behind the desk in the big leather reclining chair but had her back to the door.

“Hi Poll I’ve got your phone”

“Thanks, I’ve got something for you too” she replied and swung the chair around to reveal that she was wearing the slutty red see through lingerie Molly had bought her for Christmas, along with red stockings and suspenders.

“I bet you’ve been dying to see me in these” she said

“I really have” Molly said and approached the desk and shed her uniform as she walked to expose her beautiful round breasts and shaved mound.

“Oh lovely” Polly said and slipped her hand inside her see through knickers and Molly watched the Doctors digit descend between her lips, which Molly’s tongue would soon replace.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (150) While the Doctor’s Away

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.

He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.

He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.

His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.

The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.

But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.

But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.

And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.

 

As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.

And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.

 

But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.

And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.

As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.

 

However Nigel got a surprise one Friday morning while he was in the kitchen making himself a coffee and Linda sidled up to him, very close and invaded his personal space.

“What are you after?” he said

“A good time” she blurted

“I beg your pardon” he replied, Linda had never come on to him before, she had always flirted a lot in was true, she was certainly in no way backwards in coming forward, and when they had a threesome she was very direct in her assertions, but she had never come on to him outside of their group sessions.

“I’ve been a bad girl” she confessed “a really bad girl and I need to be punished”

And she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together like she needed to pee, which of course was not what she needed to do at all.

She liked to be disciplined and when she was roleplaying with him and Celeste she was often spanked.

“I know you’re a bad girl,” he said “but I can’t do anything about it at the moment.

“But...” she protested

“You’ll have to get Celeste to do it for you tonight” he said

“But I promise when the time is right I will spank you black and blue”

“Celeste can’t do it like you, her hands are too small” she protested “and she’s too gentle”

Just then Mrs Clarke walked in so the conversation ended and Linda left the kitchen frustrated while Nigel left it aroused.

He was used to Celeste propositioning him and he much preferred his sexual encounter with her but being offered everything on a plate by any woman was a turn on, but being offered to partake in a woman’s fantasy sent all his blood racing to his cock. 

 

Later that Friday afternoon Nigel left Celeste’s office with a semi, not an unusual occurrence in itself, but on that occasion it wasn’t the thought of Celeste’s naked body that had stirred the beast.

He caught up with Linda outside the treatment room and spoke quietly to her

“Do you still want to play?”

“Yes please” she said excitedly “are we going to play now?”

“No” he replied and she looked disappointed, until he continued “tomorrow morning”

“Where?”

“Here while Celly’s doing House Calls” he said and Linda giggled

“While she’s doing House Calls you’ll be doing me” she said and giggled again

 

As he watched Celeste drive away on Saturday Morning to do her house calls Nigel felt a tingle of excitement, it was the secrecy and the planning as well as the anticipation that was stirring him.  

He locked the main door and then went out through reception and into the treatment room and called

“Linda?”

A grinning face appeared from behind the curtains.

“Hello” she said “I thought she’d never leave”

He closed the door and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.

 

Linda was dressed pretty much the same as normal in her fitted uniform and woolly tights.

He walked over to her and placed a hand on each side of her face and kissed her eager lips.

“This is very exciting” she said “For me anyway”

“And me” he said

“But you do this kind of thing a lot” Linda said “just not with me”

“But…” he began

“Don’t deny it, I know she’s getting more of you than I’m supposed to know about, a lot more” she said “I just want my share”

“And today you will” Nigel promised

“And a good job too” she said and then added “but I feel very naughty for going behind Celly’s back like this”

“Really?”

“Yes”

“And how naughty do you feel exactly?” Nigel asked

“Very” she replied

““Six of the best” naughty?” He enquired

“No, twice as naughty as that” she said coyly

“Twelve?” he asked and Linda nodded.

“Twelve it is then” He said

He took off her belt and threw it on the floor then the blue nurse’s uniform quickly joined the belt and Linda giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white bra, woolly tights and knee length boots, which he found very horny.

“So Nurse Barnes” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”

“No Nigel” she gasped “Sorry Nigel”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal

“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly Nigel”

“Really?” he asked

“I think you’re very naughty for laughing”

“I’m a good girl honestly” she said very childlike

“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her

“Ok” Linda said resignedly

“The naughty slutty nurse needs to be punished” he said authoritatively

“Yes Nigel” she answered quietly looking down at her feet and he took her by the hand and led her to the end of the examination table.

“Take your bra off” he ordered and she quickly obliged and then moved her hands to the waistband of her tights and Nigel slapped her arse and made her jump.

“Did I tell you to do that?” he snapped

“No Nigel, sorry Nigel” she said and was trembling with excitement so much so that Nigel noticed her little tits jiggle, until he bent her over until she was resting on her palms, and then he pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.

“So twelve of the best for the naughty girl” he said “and you must count”

Linda nodded and he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek

“One” Linda said

Nigel did the same on the other cheek

“Two”

Then the first again

“Three”

Then the second

“Four”

Another firm crisp slap

“Five”

And then a harder one

“Six” she squealed

Back the first cheek again

“Seven” Linda said

Then on the other cheek

“Eight”

The first one again

“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher

Then the second

“Ten” almost a scream

Then another crisp slap

“Eleven” this time it was a scream

And a very hard one to finish

“TWELVE” Linda yelled out as she came, followed by a long languorous sigh.

Nigel moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, and as he looked at her cheeks, once round and white were now mottled with a blue hued bloom, a glorious purplish crown of glory.

Nigel allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.

“Now you’ve taken your punishment” he said “you can have your rewards”

And from her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her perfect shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as another sigh escaped her.

As his fingers explored her inner thigh he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and Nigel’s swollen cock pressed itself hard against his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.

When his digits entered the moist jewel in Linda’s crown she growled.

As their liaison had been well planned in advance Linda was already well primed before Nigel joined the party and her spanking fantasy increased that several fold.

So it didn’t take long before, working rhythmically amidst her slipperiness, brought yet another exquisite moan from her and he felt Linda’s body spasm as she came.
The naughty nurse purred like a cat that got the cream, but that was just the start.

Linda lay draped along the table before him but Nigel took a moment to enjoy the moment, looking lustfully at the half naked nurse with her tights and knickers sitting around her knees above her boots and her bruised cheeks and moist lips on display.

Nigel smiled as he stood directly behind her with an ache that needed to be relieved so he quickly undressed.

Linda took a deep breath as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and slowly let the breath out again as his hands moved slowly but purposefully up her body to cup her beautiful little tits and toy with the perfect rose bud nipples.

He could feel her heart thumping as he caressed her breasts and then Linda gasped as he slowly penetrated her.

But her gasps soon turned to high-pitched grunts in response to his thrusts and her purple bruised cheeks quivered with each insertion.

Nigel was panting hard as he reached the horizon and then, not for the last time that morning Linda screamed out in orgasm.

 

“That was a really good spank” Linda said as she stood rubbing her bruised cheeks while Nigel sat on the bed.

They were both in the same state of undress as during the act when Nigel said

“Celeste doesn’t need big hands you know, she could use a riding crop, or a slipper”

“I know” Linda agreed “but she can’t give me that”

She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.

“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close,” he informed her

“I know that we have a drawer full” She replied as she remover her woolly tights and knickers

“But there is no substitute for cock”

And with a lusty glint in her eye she knelt down and took his wilting cock in her mouth and his erection wasn’t dwindling anymore.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (149) Calming the Tempest

The party at the Clayton Manor Hotel was in full swing when Simone arrived, she’d had to work late so arranged to meet Ken at the party.

But a combination of bad luck and an awkward client meant she was even later than she had anticipated and when she walked into the function room she was ready to grovel in apology to him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She asked around and eventually she ascertained he had last been seen crossing the terrace so she followed in his footsteps and it appeared it was too late for her apologies and was even too late to save her engagement as she found her Fiancé Ken otherwise engaged, with her cousin Brenda, who was bent over a planter with her knickers around her knees and his cock was inside her.

If Simone had been surprised by what greeted her on the Hotel terrace it was nothing compared to Ken’s surprise when she kicked him in the balls as he tried to put his cock back in his trousers and there was definitely a look of surprise on Brenda’s face a split second after Simone punched it as she tried to hoist her drawers back up, and she fell backwards over the planter.

With Ken doubled up and unable to speak and Brenda laying on her back with her legs in the air like an upturned beetle and her knickers still halfway up her thighs Simone stormed out of the Hotel like a Celtic Goddess with her flaming red hair streaming behind her.

She sped through the crowd of guests like a heat seeking missile and shot straight out into the car park and straight into Neil Hagger who was lost in thought as he walked the other way and they both ended up in a heap on the floor.

“Why don’t you look where you’re going you fucking idiot” she screamed, Neil total ignored Simone’s angry remarks and instead chose to look at the striking red head with an appraising eye.  

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern

She looked confused at first, unable to comprehend why someone would be nice to her after she had firstly poleaxed him and then very rudely blamed him for it.

She opened her mouth to launch another tirade at him but dissolved into tears instead.

Neil took her in his arms and comforted her while she cried her pitiful tears and as they sat on the tarmac of the car park outside the Clayton Manor Hotel, where in the darkness she sobbed and dribbled on his new shirt, their hearts somehow became entwined.

And later that night as he comforted her again their bodies became entwined as well.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (148) Nanook of the North

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday, not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend

Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, and sexy with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.

They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.

Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.

But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.

 

However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.

The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.

Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.

Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.

Her friends thought he was common, while his thought she was a snob.

So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out. 

And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said

“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”

If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.

 

So having overcome their initial difficulties of not being accepted in each other’s worlds and having set out to make a world of their own, they made the decision, after a year of courting to move in together.

 

Samantha was from Tipton in the north of the county but when she fell in love with Bob she also fell in love with the Vale so they decided on buying a house in Forestdean that needed a bit of TLC.

Bob spent a lot of time doing up the house he was good at DIY so he had been staying in the house all week decorating and doing some repairs while Samantha was away on business.

 

It was during one of her trips away that the Vale was gripped in winters bitter grasp and snow fall and near blizzard conditions had closed a lot of the Downshire roads and Samantha was stranded in Abbottsford on the evening before Bob birthday.

“I can’t get back tonight darling” she said on the phone “But I’m going to try again in the morning”

“Don’t risk it hon” he said “it’s not worth it”

“But I want to celebrate your birthday with you” she said

“We can still celebrate the next day or the day after that”

He pointed out

“It won’t be the same though” she said sadly

“Promise me you won’t do anything silly” he said

“But…”

“Promise me” he insisted

“Ok I promise” Samantha said with her fingers crossed

“Ok I’ll see you soon” he said “I love you”

“Love you too”

 

Washed and shaved Bob decided to go and put the kettle on before he got dressed so he slipped on his dressing gown and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen and it was when he reached the bottom step that there was a loud knocking so he went to the door and when he opened it Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots and Nanook was carrying a hold all.

In fact the only part of them that was visible was there eyes but he recognized them immediately.

“Samantha?” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to miss your birthday” she replied through her scarf.

“You could have had an accident” he said crossly and took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead as she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck.

“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” he asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her boots

“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.

Bob hung her hat on a peg and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length red sock”

“I had to park down on the main road and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg

“Happy Birthday” she said and kissed him

“Thank you” he said “But I’m still cross with you”

“You can spank me later” Sam said and kissed him again

“I didn’t want to miss your birthday” she replied “and I wanted you to have your present on the day”
“I didn’t mind waiting hon” he said “I would rather have had it late than risk losing you”

“It was quite safe” she said and kissed him softly “I followed a snow plough all the way”

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you” he said and held her tightly  
“That’s never going to happen” she whispered “You’re my soul mate”

“And you’re mine” he said

After a prolonged embrace she broke the silence

“Do you want your present now?” she asked

“Well as you risked life and limb to bring it to me I better had”

“Good choice” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat

“Happy Birthday” she shouted and slipped her coat off to reveal her beautiful figure in a red silk teddy, her lovely breasts well defined and her nipples standing proud through the shimmering silk in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she was wearing were the knee length red socks, silk stockings would have been sexier, but not by much, and he thought “needs must”.

Samantha stepped in close and they kissed as his hands caressed her back and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath as she spoke

“Where would you like me?” she panted.

“In front of the fire” he replied and kissed her hot mouth before taking her hand into the lounge where a log fire blazed.

Once inside Samantha pushed him back against the door and asked

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your gift?”

“You could unwrap it for me” he suggested

“Is that what you want?” she asked and he nodded, so Samantha stepped back so he had a good view and then she began caressing her breasts through the silk before they slowly descended across the red rippled silk until they settled at the top of her thighs.

Samantha gave him a wicked smile and then slowly, deliberately and oh so tantalizingly undid each popper on her crotch one by one by one and when the gusset hung loose between her slender thighs, she grabbed the bottom of her teddy in both hands and pulled it off over her head.    

Samantha then looked at him coyly dropped the Red silk to the floor and rushed into his arms.

“I love my present” he said and she looked up at him childlike and smiled and then he kissed her smiling lips.

Bob cupped her firm round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Her skin was soft and silky and smelled of coconut oil as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly and his hands settled on her fleshy cheeks.

Bob kissed her lower and lower until his face was buried in her lush Jasmine fragranced bush with an under note of her exotic musk.

“Do it as if it was our first time” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend that this is our first time” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Samantha” he replied “every time is as special as the first time for me”

And with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed and then with real urgency she scrambled on to the hearth rug and waited for him.

She didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her delicious body.

Bob put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as Samantha’s hands scratched lightly at his back.

Bobs hand then crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Samantha looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.

Their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each tender touch until her body tensed and she gasped.

Bob kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and

Samantha exuded a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.

In the glow of the firelight on that winter morning as they made love her hands were on his buttocks and as the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, and he could feel the burning heat from her, and Samantha’s rasping breaths became deeper.

And as Her panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm and Bob followed her over the abyss.

 

“Did you like your present?” she asked as in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath a tartan throw on the rug in the afterglow

“Very much” he replied

“Was there something you would have preferred?” she asked sighs

“No darling that was exactly what I was hoping for” he replied and she responded with a longer sigh.